Silent Whimpers: Pinkie Pie reveals a deep-rooted fear.

Obsolete, a most devastating comparison to hear. Terror pales in comparison while despair kneels to its superior. Every being avoids this feeling but ultimately in vain. Even I, The Party Pony of Ponyville, struggle to maintain positivity when combating such an adversary. When all is silent and every pony slumbers, I toss in fear.

Bless Gummy for the comfort he confers but sometimes it's not enough. Every pony knows that comedy often uses anecdotes to ease the harshness of life. Yet, comedy is fickle and ever-changing. What will become of me when I too become outdated.

When both joke and prank fall to the blade of change. The signs are already there, pressuring me to escalate with each new shenanigan, lest I fall to obscurity. I fear not my friend’s dejection but the dulling efficiency I feel with each new dawn. How do I cope when I'm no longer uplifting.